We're not depressed or stressed. We're strapped with pain and shame, because we can't aim to to reach our goals. Today is not the day. Stop being so dramatic they say. I'm not being dramatic but everything is so traumatic. We wake up every day to relive the pain of yesterday. Get good grades stayed the same. But that angel strangled me. Be for real. i'm for real as for real can be. if I made a list of all the expectations  I could use them to build foundations. For houses so big mouses crawl right beneath your feet. Meet those expectations the realization sets in you  never will. Killing you slowly you smile as you walk down the aisle marrying the one thing you fear. Falling.

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